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Monday brought torrential rain and confined us indoors—with Nathan. We couldn’t even hide in the bedroom and make love because I’d have considered it rude where Nathan was concerned, and it didn’t take long for frustration to creep in like a stealth hunter.
If put to Nathan, he’d have argued that we should make use of the time for regeneration and rest. According to him, resting did not involve s****l exercise.
After lunch, I could sit still no longer and set off in search of stuff to clean, with vacuum and dusting cloths in hand. I started in our bedroom—even got carried away and stripped the bedding off. Checking that it was okay, I did the same in Nathan’s room, followed by Ethan’s—and just as holed in as me, Sean trailed behind.
From there, I tackled the laundry—none had been do
